Stefan's POV

I carried the breakfast up to my bedroom and opened the door to find Rosy coming out of the en-suite fresh from a shower, deliciously wrapped in a towel.

"Good morning darling,'' I said, walking in with the tray. "Breakfast ready, come on, tuck in."

"Good morning. Thanks, you could have woken me up. We could have made it together," she said, smiling at the food. "I didn't bring clothes, what do I wear?" She pouted.

I kept the tray on the coffee table near the sofa and went to the closet to check what I could find. Claire had stayed with me some months before her marriage...